Don’t Start Pt. 3 lyrics

by

Bizzy Banks


[Intro]
Grrah (Aw, man, get money)
n*ggas know what I give, n*ggas know what I take
(Ayo, Eli, what the f*ck?)
Uh (Bizzy)

[Chorus]
Tell my n*ggas get money, they go and get it (Facts)
And they mans just got packed, they don't know who did it
If it's Ceejay, it's grabba, I'm rollin' with it (Facts)
Know they heard that line like, "No, he didn't"
I'm like, "Yes, I did" (b*tch)
I'm mentionin' deads since they mention Drizz (Uh-huh)
And they say I'm not outside, yes, I'm is
And I know that it's lit, so I keep a stick (Grrah, grrah, grrah, boom)

[Verse]
Tell 'em, "Don't start no sh*t, won't be no sh*t"
Just in case he run fast, put the beam on a blick (Baow)
Lil' bro just crashed, he done caught him a hit
Lil' b*tch fake bad, I might give her a kid (Like, grrah, grrah, haha)
And I'm still in the hood doin' sh*t that I like
Only f*ck 'cause she his lil' b*tch, not my type
I just made ten bands and put three on my sight
And the way things goin', can't stop at no light, like (At all, at all)
Like, I'm the best in this sh*t, thought you knew that
And my dog turned rat, how he do that?
Said she love me, I told her to prove that (Ha)
Too much money around, we need two straps
Matter fact, more (Rrah)
Way before rap, I was b*tches galore (Facts)
In the hood, it get graphic, this sh*t look like Saw
In the hood, you could die takin' pics by the store (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Free the homies and sh*t
Don't call me gang, you don't know me and sh*t
She f*ckin' the opps, but I'm brodie and sh*t (What?)
b*tch, I ain't Zack, don't need a Cody for sh*t
Slide by myself, I go doley on hits
I ain't know how to drive, I had bro on the whip (Like)
Now I'm drivin', shoot through all of that sh*t (Skrrt)
And she still want Chanelly and all that sh*t, like (Rrah, rrah, rrah)
Like, one shot, two shot (Two shot)
It's a whole thirty clip if that boy move wock (Pow, pow, pow)
I'm not hot? How not? (How not?)
They say I fell off, but I sell out the spot (b*tch, huh?)
If I'm shot, you shot
b*tch, I'm the reason they not on they block (Rrah)
Paranoia, my mind be all over (Rrah)
If she ugly, I tell her bend over (Rrah, rrah)
I pop pills, but do sh*t when I'm sober (Uh-huh, what else?)
Double R, this is not a Range Rover
If that's not your b*tch, why you mad when I hold her?
Got a vid, please don't make me expose her, uh (b*tch, stupid)
I got a rapper BM toppin' me (Stupid)
b*tch, I'm the hottest, ain't no stoppin' me (What?)
If it's up, then it's stuck, don't do apologies (Rrah)
I don't think nobody out here hot as me (Rrah, rrah)
Feel like R. Kelly, thirty in a nine (Thirty in a nine)
b*tch, I'm a Sleeze, I told you I ain't slime (At all)
He caught a headshot, now we could read his mind
Shots to his body and break up his spine
They dissin' on Rilla, so you know it's lit
I heard Beans got his sh*t split
I heard n*ggas out here tryna switch
But they know who livin' fast and dyin' rich (Money)
They took a cheap shot, that's a b*tch move
We gon' catch him soon by how his b*tch move
Yeah, they know my body, keep a big tool
Can't wait to see his face, that's a big move (Rrah, ah)
They know I perform, what you wanna do?
We get it shakin' in that big room (Rrah)
n*ggas dropped a bomb, they ain't have a clue (Rrah)
n*gga almost died hangin' out the roof (What the f*ck?)
[Chorus]
Tell my n*ggas get money, they go and get it (Facts)
And they mans just got packed, they don't know who did it
If it's Ceejay, it's grabba, I'm rollin' with it (Facts)
Know they heard that line like, "No, he didn't"
I'm like, "Yes, I did" (b*tch)
I'm mentionin' deads since they mention Drizz (Uh-huh)
And they say I'm not outside, yes, I'm is
And I know that it's lit, so I keep a stick (Rrah, rrah)

[Outro]
Uh
Yo, we almost done, haha
We keepin' that
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